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Perhaps No Other Year Before Or Since 1984 Has Been Awaited With Such Eager Anticipation.

You Don't Believe In Organized Religion, Yet A Major Theme In So Many Of Your Works Seems To Be A Quest For God.

There's A Passage About 'rivers Of Molten Rock That Wound Their Way... Until They Cooled And Lay Like Twisted Dragon-shapes Vomited From The Tormented Earth.' That's A Perfect Description: How Did Tolkien Know, A Quarter Century Before Anyone Ever Saw A Picture Of Io? Talk About Nature Imitating Art.

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Judge Me By My Deeds, Though They Are Few, Rather Than My Words, Though They Are Many.